Kacy's Struggles

Well, Kacy has not taken to kindergarten as well as I had hoped. She went to meet the teacher, and she seemed excited, jumping and hopping around.  She got on the bus in the morning with no hesitation. When she got home, she was alright. Not terribly excited, but she was okay. She said it was boring and they did the same thing all the time. I thought that it was just because they were going over the rules and procedures. She was still okay the next day, too. Not jumping for joy at the thought of school, but not saying she hated it or didn't want to go. Then, by Wednesday, I realized there was some drama going on during the bus ride to and from school. I had told Adilyn to sit with Kacy on the bus because that's what sisters do. Apparently, Adilyn's friends did not want Kacy to sit with them. Unfortunately, Adilyn sided with them. One of the girls actually wrote out a contract for Kacy to sign saying that she wouldn't sit with them anymore. How ridiculous! So, Kacy became very anxious about getting on the bus, and she seemed pretty upset when she got off the bus. I felt so bad for her. I tried to get Adilyn to sit with her and be nice to her, but it didn't work. It really just broke my heart that Adilyn wasn't going to protect her little sister and make her feel safe.
Then, things got extra tough on Wednesday. Brooke and I were going to go to Fort Worth for Kris's mom's funeral, and Kacy really wanted to come with us. I didn't quite realize just how much...the bus pulled up, and she refused to get on. I thought I could "make" her get on, but she had other plans. After what seemed like 5 minutes, I finally told the bus driver to go ahead without us. I was so frustrated, so upset, and so trying not to make her feel absolutely horrible. She was crying, and saying that she just didn't want to get on the bus. So, we did the walk of shame, back to the house, hand in hand, with the bus Kacy-less. I went in the house, got my keys, and we got in the car. I tried to tell Kacy that we ride the bus, that's what we do, and that she had to go to school. She was hysterical, but I still wasn't quite sure what was going to happen when we walked up to the school. Thank goodness when we got up there, she actually did go in. Huge sigh of relief! I felt so bad for her all day.
I talked to her on the phone when she got home, and she said her day was okay, so I guess once she got there she was okay. When I got home from Fort Worth, I wasn't going to mention it at all, but she did. She told me that she didn't want to get on the bus because I was leaving, and she wanted to go with me. That made me sad, but it made me feel a little better because it wasn't school she was avoiding. She also told me that when she walked into school, she started to cry, and she was crying when she got to class. I asked her what Mrs. Edmonds said to her, and she said that she gave her a hug and told her to go get some water. She said that she felt better after that. I'm so glad that she was taken care of, and that she was okay. Ah...the struggles of the little ones that turn into our struggles. Then, to top it all off, she says this to me when I was putting her to bed, "My heart was broken when you left. It's fixed now, but I'm going to stick to you like super glue." Tear...
She did say on Friday, "I'm liking school a little more now, still not 100%, but a little more." I sure hope that she gets used to Kindergarten, and that she realizes that it's not ever going to be Ms. Karen's preschool class. She keeps saying, "I just loved preschool, and I loved Ms. Karen so much!" It's all an adjustment, and I hope that she adjusts quickly, for her sake and mine!